#Mark Callan

[w00wzerz]

*Hangover* s3 ep 13

~ All Rise (2019) ~

[bullseyelover]

WILSON BETHEL at Indiana Comic Con

via

[happygirl2oo2]

"Okay. So, this trial, our first, we need to set some ground rules." | All Rise, season 1 episode 21

[garadinervi]

Mutant Library, (group exhibition), Tension, London, September 14 – October 19, 2024

Participating Artists: David Bellingham, David Blackmore, Jonathan Callan, Nick Cash (BOOKEND), Robert Ellis, Matt Hale (BOOKEND), Michael Hampton, Andrew Macbeth, n[trOP]y, Mark Sowden, Finlay Taylor

(image: n[trOP]y (Michael Hampton and David Blackmore), Index 2.0, Tension, London, 2024, Laminated laserjet A3 poster version for sale in gallery, Edition of 40 signed copies)

[iceripperthethird]

Screaming in the tags

[amberlynnmurdock]

YOU GUYSSSS finally finished Hart of Dixie. SEEING WADE AND ZOE GET MARRIED OMG MY HEART!!!! SO CUTE!!! I do think this last season was rushed and wasn't as good as the others but they did the best they could with the circumstances. Rachel is so beautiful and she was hilarious this season. Wilson i mean cmon do I even need to say it lol crazy two years later he'd be cast as our Bullseye <3 he's so talented.

So now I've started All Rise and boy i am triggered as hell because Wilson is 100% giving Dex since this show came after season 3 of daredevil omfg and he plays a LAWYER?!? on the first episode and im hoooooked :)

[traumawhomst]

The Songbird

Yandere Adoptive Fae King Dad & Child Reader

Part One

King Solaris was in a foul mood, today marked three years since his youngest daughter left to go study with the Northern Sea Witch and he missed her terribly. While three years is not much long to a fae, for a father it seemed an eternity. His court was as it always was, laughter and screams, dancing and bleeding, the same faces, the same smells and he was bored of it all.

“Father,” said his eldest son, watching his father’s tail lash back and forth as he sat on his throne, “might I suggest that you might go for a walk? How long has it been since you’ve been in the crossroads? Surely better to patrol them then stay to stew in your restlessness?”

The King sighed heavily, his flame orange cape draped over the left side of the throne. “Your sister hasn’t written yet,” he said, eyes still on the writhing mass of his court in front of him. His hand moved from propping up his chin to covering his heart, “I should go and see her.”

“Father,” said the eldest son, struggling not to implore the sky herself, “She has not missed a single day of letters, we both know that it will come. Stop sitting like a house cat and find something to take your mind off it until it comes.”

The King sighed even more loudly because he knew his son was right, with a flick of his wrist his cape turned into an emerald green hunter’s jacket standing up. He turned to face his son, seeing the crowd in the reflection of his eyes. His son was taller than him now and it brought a great pride to him. “I leave you to watch til I return my son,” he said with a slight head bow.

His son fully bowed his head, laurel green curls falling past sharp black horns, his hand over his heart, “Thank you for the honor father,” he said.

Solaris couldn’t stop a soft smile thinking of the same boy he brought home all those years ago. He reached out ruffling his sons hair, laughing at the slightly annoyed look his son gave as he stood up height again.

“See you soon father,” said Callan, a touch more dry than before. The King laughed again, turning and completely disappearing from the court.

It had been a while since he’d been in the cross-lands where human and fae territory overlapped. The human area changed from time to time, no one knew where the crossroads would be, and when that would change. When he reached the other side, he found it to be in he same place it had been about fifty years, he counted the years in a tree nearby. It was an early summer day where all the birds and insects were singing together but they knew well enough that the King was not in a fair mood and so went silent in respect.

The King stalked forward hands in his pockets as his mind wandered over the state of the forest, feeling how much closer the humans had settled nearby. He could smell them, even this far away and it irked him more with each passing second. It was odd for the boarder to stay for so long, usually half the time it had been here. He hadn’t cursed a town in quite a while. It might be a good way to bring back respect the humans seemed prone to do.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a thin reedy but full hearted singing. He clicked his tongue out loud, listening closer to realize it was a human whelp that was singing.

A child should know better than to be loud when the forest is silent. Where is it’s guardian to keep it safe? Or do the humans think we so weak to not show our teeth?

It was an easy task, show himself and play with them a bit, see if they were smarter than their parents. Maybe he’d turn them to a songbird since they seemed to love their voice. A lesson to neglectful parents about teaching your child to walk around the forest alone, as if they owned it.

He did admit that the child did have a rather sweet voice, and he had thoughts of shaping them something into more than just a simple songbird, maybe one that could also speak and mimic. Something he could put in a glass birdcage and listen to when he was bored.

The child was bent over in the dirt, singing some old folk song, hair loosely back dirty and sweaty. Who knows when they last had a bath, the King scoffed internally. Their clothes not much better much too big, covered in a thick layer of dirt. It all only strengthened his resolve to turn them to a songbird they would be treated much better than they were currently.

He stepped into the forest clearing, the air around them both growing thick and wild, a smell of hot summer grass hung like a cloud. The King watched motionless with a smile as the hunched figure froze in place, smart child to know when they were outmatched, no grand heroics or disrespect. The child lifted their face, and the King was oddly pleased, it was cleaner than their hair and he could that the child had spent most of their life facing towards the sun. Their eyes looked the same as a fawn caught in the sight line of a wolf, but their mouth was turned into a hesitant smile.

The King cocked his head to the side at the child’s smile, before he could say a word the child spoke.

“Hello,” they said, their voice soft with a slight tremor but a distinct note of hope, “what’s your name?”

With those simple four words, the Solaris knew that this was to be his third child. A neglected songbird, but with a quick wit and curiosity that spoke of greater things than their tiny village. He wanted to scoop them up, and tell of all the great things they would see and do. But this was not his first time bringing a child of his own. So he smiled as he knelt to be closer to the eye-line. of the child.

“You, songbird, may call me, Solaris, may I know what you to call you songbird?”

When the child’s face brightened, any hesitation was gone, this child was his and he couldn’t wait to bring them home.

[hydra-husbands]

Hydra Husbands 10 years anniversary event

Here we are hitting the 10 years mark since Brock and Jack made themselves known to us in CAWS and filled our minds and imaginations with their stories.

Starting today, 25 February 2024 for one year long, we will celebrate this couple through fanfiction, fanart, sharing and remembering how we discovered them and why we adore to write and create about their lives.

Useful Details:

Among the fanfiction, fanart - including edits, drawings, comic strips, I encourage you to edit videos, do podcasts, knit, stitch, crochet, Funko design and everything flying in the beautiful creative world - remembering and sharing here what made us board this ship is encourage through inbox, tagging his blog, dropping lines and any way you feel like making yourself known.

You can post the content on Tumblr and use the tag #hydrahusbands10years and/or tag @hydra-husbands

You can also submit the work as anonymous if you wish so.

For all kind of questions feel free to inbox me here or on @rip1009

What content doesn't fit the event?

Any content in which the main ship (aka Hydra Husbands) isn't the main ship. Since this is a Hydra Husbands event, the works are featuring Brock and Jack as the main stars of the events. If your work contains HTP, dead dove elements, please tag them accordingly.

2. Can I write in my main language?

Yes, go for it!

3. How long does the fic has to be?

As long as you want to. We're here to have fun and not to stress. There's no minimum or maximum words or chapters.

4. I have an old story fitting the event, can I post it?

As long it wasn't posted before somewhere else, go for it.

5. I found a story and it fits the event and I want to translate it. Can I?

First and foremost, get in contact with the author of that story and discuss about it, ask for permission.

6. What can I write, draw, compose about, what's the theme?

Our theme is the Hydra Husbands, one legendary couple that parachuted in our lives in the spring of 2024. Write, edit, draw about them.

AUs are embraced and encouraged and that means from coffee shop AUs to the fantastic merge/mix/mash of the movies Frank Grillo and Callan Mulvey starred (you want Milan o meet Alvey? go with it).

7. Can I participate with more than one creation?

Absolutely, if you can and have time and inspiration, go for it.

As I mentioned, for any kind of questions, feel free to inbox ♥

*there is also a little discord server dedicated to the Hydra Husbands so feel free to inbox if you wish to join the fun there as well ♥

[seaside-storm]

WILSON BETHEL as MARK CALLAN All Rise (2019)

[dear-indies]

hi cat and mouse! could i please get some fc recs that have facial scars? no gender preference, i’m casting a wide net lol, and thank you so so much

Danny Trejo (1944) Mexican - scarred from cystic acne and boxing.

Steve Buscemi (1957) - knife attack, neck and cheek.

Bruce Campbell (1958) - chin.

Seal (1963) Nigerian / Afro Brazilian - result of a type of lupus called discoid lupus erythematosus.

Dermot Mulroney (1963) - upper lip.

Sandra Bullock (1964) - side of eye.

Tommy Flanagan (1965) - knife attack, sides of mouth to ears.

Angelique Miles (1966) African-American - bottle attack.

Adrian Pasdar (1965) - accident, cheek and chin.

Queen Latifah (1970) African-American - accident, below her hairline.

Mary J Blige (1971) African-American - side of face, under eye.

Joaquin Phoenix (1974) half Ashkenazi Jewish - cleft scar.

Callan Mulvey (1975) Māori and White - car accident, jaw and is blind in his left eye.

Julie Gonzalo (1981) - accident, bridge of her nose.

Katie Piper (1983) - acid attack survivor.

Johnny Flynn (1983) - dog attack, forehead and cheek.

Brittany Snow (1986) - forehead.

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (1986) African-American - acne scars.

Kenny Matthews / iKenDawg (1987) African-American - burn survivor.

Turia Pitt (1987) - burn survivor.

Robyn Lawley (1989) - seizure induced fall, forehead.

Demar DeRozan (1989) African-American - acne scars.

Ed Sheeran (1991) - accident, cheek.

Cassandra Bankson (1992) - acne scars.

Alex Terrible (1993) - scarification.

Elise Kearny Eberle (1993) - cheek.

Kaitlyn Dobrow (1994) - quadruple amputee due to meningitis.

Shalom Blac (1995) Nigerian - burn survivor.

Vicky Knight (1996) - burn survivor.

Lakshmi Menon (1996) Indian - cheek.

Taylor Hickson (1997) - side of her face.

Catrin Pugh (?) - burn survivor.

Danna Matrix (?) Unspecified - car accident.

Sophie Lee / sophirelee (?) Unspecified - burn survivor.

Eden Harper (?) - accident. above lip.

Mollye Rogel (?) - accident, forehead.

Yanii Gough (?) Haitian - knife attack, side of eye.

Adetutu OJ Alabi (?) Nigerian - tribal marks.

Jemima Adelekan (?) Nigerian - cheek.

Phyllida Swift (?) - accident, side of face.

Brooklinn Khoury (?) - dog attack survivor, upper lip.

Aweng Chuol (?) South Sudanese - various scars over her face.

Shade / Skinpop (?) Nigerian - tribal marks.

Stephanie Coral Browitt (?) - burn survivor.

Roles, to my knowledge these are not villains or horror characters because that's beyond offensive:

Kelly Reilly (1977) - cheek, Yellowstone.

Sanjeeda Shaikh (1984) Indian - cheek, Heeramandi: The Diamond Bazaar.

Meaghan Tandy (1985) African-American - Teen Wolf.

Hera Hilmar (1988) - cheek and chin, Mortal Engines.

Hope this helps!

[w00wzerz]

*Lolacoaster* s3 ep 12

~ All Rise (2019 - ) ~

[bullseyelover]

WILSON BETHEL at Indiana Comic Con

via

[fleurdelouve]

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Per the ingenious request from an anon, here are Black writers on Tumblr who write for the ship Fleur de Louve (aka SarahBucky) which involves a Black women!

The below information includes their blogs, whether they’re female or male writers, links to their ao3, and how many Fleur de Louve fics they current have posted.

This list is still in progress, so feel free to contact us if you’re Black and would like to be added to this list!

 @rebellconquerer - female - AO3: rebellconquerer

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 7 fics

- Has also written for: Katara/Zuko, ATLA, Sam Wilson, Ayo, Queen Ramonda, Shuri, Sam Wilson

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 @palettesofrenaissance - female - AO3: palettesofrenaissance

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 11 fics

- Has also written for: Black Panther, Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau, Dr. Jason Wilkes, Michelle Jones, Spideychelle, Brunnhilde (Valkyrie from Thor), X-Men, Ava Starr (Ghost from Ant-Man), Gamora, Tyrone Johnson (from Cloak & Dagger), Liz Allan/Cindy Moon, Sam Wilson

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 @btwxsixesandsevens - female - AO3: Sixes_and_Sevens

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 26 fics

- Has also written for: Ayo/Aneka, Black Panther, Janna/Rose Tico, Finn (from Star Wars), Jo/Drash, Dragon Age, Misty Knight, Sam Wilson, Star Wars

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 @tllgrrl - female - AO3: NefertiriJones

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 48 fics

- Has also written for: Shuri, Okoye, Ayo, Sam Wilson, Misty Knight

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 @duckybarnes1917 - female - AO3: DuckyBarnes1917

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: alleged wips

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female character

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@blackstarising - female - AO3: blackstarising

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson

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@hauntedelation - female - AO3: hauntedelation

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female characters, Black self insert

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@w00wzerz - female - AO3: WOWJAY

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 2 fics

- Has also written for: Starfire/Dick Greyson (Dickkory) (from Titans), All Rise, Lola Carmichael, Lola Carmichael/Mark Callan, Lola Carmichael/Robin Taylor

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@wakandacoconutoil - female - AO3: wakandacoconutoil

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Mel Medarda, Mel/Jayce, Shuri, Black Panther, Arcane: League of Legends

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[bolladonnas]

! OS BÁRBAROS.

, nascidos em tormenta , sofrimento... responsáveis pelo caos , mas também pela ordem. o equilíbrio do mundo em suas mãos , vieram de longe : da escuridão.

ARKYN HADDOCK : mark a guerra ? tom brady.

ICLEMENTIA BIRSHA : sienna, a solidão ? hunter schafer.

BELLADONNA GRIMHILDE : vienna, o pesadelo ? lesley ann-brandt.

CALLAN GRAVES : lobus, a morte ? wi ha-joon.

@arkynhaddock @abirshinha @hcdesson

[warlordfelwinter]

just realized at some point long enough ago that i forgot and havent really been paying attention to the opportunity cards until now that ellwood was marked by the eater-of-chains which left some toothy scar on their arm

and now they've also been bitten by spices

how many toothy hand/arm scars do they need

[grineerios]

Tennotober Day 24- "Beard"

The cephalon paused for a moment, his interest drawn by a set of statistics. With a mildly frustrated sigh, he hovered towards the exit of the non-functional liset.

"Op- Drifter, are you out here?"

A hunched figure sat by the cooking fire, still and silent. They didn't turn their head, even as Ordis approached.

"Drifter?" His voice took on a worried tone.

Callan stared deep into heart of the flames, not shifting his gaze or responding to the query. He looked sickly, with glassy eyes and an exhausted complexion. Red marks around his eyes, nose, and forehead told the story of the past few weeks.

"Your cortisol levels are hitting a new high. They should be coming down by now, not going up. Are you... feeling well?" Ordis made a vague gesture at the golden veil sitting on the stone ring that surrounded the fire, "It's been almost a week since you returned. Whatever effects the Veil inflicted on you should be wearing off- the Ostron you saved appears to be doing well."

"... I'm fine, Ordis." Callan's voice was barely more than a gravelly croak, "Just need to... keep going. You got any more leads on Narmer outposts? I can try to head out at dawn-"

"Operator!" The cephalon was clearly agitated, "Forget Narmer! When was the last time you had a good meal? Or tried to relax?! Or-"

Ordis paused. "... You haven't slept yet, have you?"

The silence was all the confirmation he needed.

"No wonder your cortisol levels are spiking! You know that will kill you, correct? Operator- you need rest!"

Callan exhaled, his gaze drifting to the veil, orange-yellow in the firelight.

"'s fine. I'm okay Ordis. I can keep going." His speech was sluggish and slurred, "I don't need you to tell me how to take care of myself."

"CLEARLY YOU-" the cephalon glitched, before lapsing into a brief moment of silence.

"Fine. I will return to my duties then." He spoke as if through gritted teeth. There was a tiny pang of sadness in his systems that he tried to shrug off as he left the stubborn drifter alone in the night.